[referring to Leeloo's escape from the police] We got lucky. If they don't chase you after a mile, they don't chase ya. [Back shot of Korban's taxi, with 4 advancing cops in a diamond configuration] Maybe it's two miles. Hang on.

Look lady, I'm all for a conversation but maybe you can just SHUT UP for a minute.

My dear Aknot, what about those two little planes you borrowed? [sees Aknot's human face] Aknot, is that you? What an ugly face. It doesn't suit you. Take it off. [Aknot's face transforms into a Mangalore's] Much better. Never be ashamed of who you are. You're warriors, be proud. So what if the Federal Government scattered your people into the wind? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Your time for revenge is at hand. Voila! The ZF-1. [activates a ZF-1 and holds it] It's light; handle's adjustable for easy carrying; good for righties and lefties; breaks down into four parts; undetectable by X-ray; ideal for quick discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger; 3000-round clip with bursts of 3 to 300. And with the replay button, another Zorg invention, it's even easier. [lights reveal a mannequin in police gear] One shot... [shoots mannequin]...and replay sends every following shot to the same location. [turns around, shooting in the direction of the Mangalores; bullets curve their trajectory and hit the mannequin instead] And to finish the job, all the Zorg oldies-but-goldies. [fires every weapon at the mannequin as he mentions them] Rocket launcher... arrow launcher, with exploding or poisonous gas heads, very practical... our famous net launcher... the always-efficient flamethrower, my favorite... [winks to the Mangalores] and for the grand finale, the all-new 'Ice-cube System'! [fires a cloud of liquid nitrogen which freezes the remains of the mannequin. Mangalores applaud politely by carnage]

I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety. And worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor? Huh! Honor's killed millions of people, it hasn't saved a single one. Tell you what I do like though: a killer. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold-blooded, clean, methodical and thorough. Now a real killer, when he picked up the ZF-1, he would have immediately asked about the little red button on the bottom of the gun. [a Mangalore presses the button, detonating a large explosive] Bring me the priest.

Torture who you have to. The President, I don't care. Just bring me those stones. You have one hour.

BRAVO! Bravo! My compliments, little lady. Thank you for doing all the dirty work. I couldn't have done the job myself. Hand over the stones.

[listening to people screaming and panicking] I know this music... [plants a bomb] Let's change the beat.

If you want something done, do it yourself!

[laughs maniacally] ...They're not here... [begins to cry in distress]

I... am... VERY... DISAPPOINTED!

[Has just disarmed his own bomb, with 5 seconds to go, then sees a Mangalore bomb being activated by remote controller, the counter starts from 5 seconds] Oh no. [bomb explodes]

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt! Korben, sweetheart, what was that? IT WAS BAD! It had nothing! No fire, no energy, no nothin'! You know I have a show to run here, you know? Hmm? Hmm? And it must pop, Pop, POP! So tomorrow from five to seven, will you please act like you have more than a two word vo-cab-uh-lary? It must be green, OK? OK?

And now we enter what must be the most beautiful concert hall of all the universe! A perfect replica of the old opera house! ...But who cares?

What's wrong with you?! What you screaming for?! Every five minutes there's a bomb or somethin'! I'm leavin'! BZZZZT! [exits in the end]

Korben, I don't like GUNS, Korben. This ain't me, man.

To my left, Baby Ray, star of stage and screen; he's not gonna get much out of this concert 'cause he's STONE DEAF! And here we have Roy 'Bomb' Baker--king of laser ball. Over there, the emperor of Kodar Japhet and his lovely daughter...'I love to sing', she recently conveyed to me. By the way, I have a recording of her talented voice. (plays moaning sounds)

This boy is fueled like fire, so start melting ladies cuz the boy is hotter than hot he's hot, hot, HOT! The right size, right build, right hair, right on (RIGHT ON, RIGHT ON) Right on, right on! And he's got something to say to those fifty billion pairs of ear out there. Pop it D-man! [(Korben speaks) Umm, hi]. Unbelievable! Quiver ladies, quiver he's gonna set the world on fire. Right here from 5 to 7 you'll learn everything there is to know about the Deeeee-man. His dreams, his desires, his most intimate of intimates. And from what I'm lookin' at, intimate is this stud-muffin's middle name. So tell me my man, (drums) you nervous in the service? (drums) [(Korben) Mmmhmm, not really]. Freeze those knees my chickadees, cuz Ruby's in the place and he's on the case. Yesterday's frog will be tomorrow's prince, of Fhloston Paradise! The hotel of a thousand and one follies, lollies, and lick 'em lollies. A magic fountain flow of non stop wine, women and cootchie cootchie coo! (sings) All night long. All night long, all night!! ...And start licking your stamps little girls, this guy's gonna have you writing home to Momma! Right here from 5 to 7, I'll be your voice, your tongue and I'll be hot on the tail of the sexiest man of the year... D-man... Your man... My man.

Father Vito Cornelius: Where's the robot to pat you on the back? Or the engineer? Or the children, maybe? There, you see now, how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing now, how your entire empire can come crashing down because of one... little... cherry.

Father Vito Cornelius: Evil begets evil, Mr. President. Shooting will only make it stronger.

Ruby Rhod: We’ll find out everything there is to know about the D man: his dreams, his desires, his most intimates of intimates, and from what I’m looking at, intimate is this stud muffin’s middle name! So tell me my man, are you nervous in the service?

Korben Dallas: Mmm... not really.

Ruby Rhod: Korben, my man, what are ya doing?

Korben Dallas: Tryin' to keep ya in the DJ business.

Leeloo: Hi.

Korben Dallas: Oh, so you speak English now.

Leeloo: Yes. I learned.

Mr. Kim: You got a message.

Korben Dallas: Yeah.

Mr. Kim: Better check it. Might be important.

Korben Dallas: Yeah, like the last two I got were important. The first one was from my wife, telling me she was leaving. The second was from my lawyer, telling me he was leaving with my wife.

Mr. Kim: Agh, that is bad luck. But grandfather say, "It never rain everyday". This is good news, guaranteed. Hey, I bet your lunch!

General Munro: Three reasons. One: as a member of the elite special forces unit of the Federated Army, you are expert in the use of all major weapons & space craft needed for this mission. [unravels a list five feet long] Two: of all the members of your unit, you were the most highly decorated.

Korben Dallas: And the third one?

General Munro: Of all the members of your unit, you're the only one left alive.

[Cornelius bursts into Korben's room and holds him at gunpoint]

Father Vito Cornelius: I'm really sorry to have to resort to these methods, Mr. Willis…

Korben Dallas: Dallas.

Father Vito Cornelius: Er, Mr. Dallas. But we heard about your good luck on the radio, and we need your tickets for Fhloston.

Korben Dallas: Is this how priests normally take vacations?

Father Vito Cornelius: We're not on a vacation, we're on a mission!

Korben Dallas: What mission is that?

Father Vito Cornelius: We have to save the world, my son.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: This case is empty.

[Switches to conversation between Cornelius and Leeloo; Leeloo is laughing]

Father Vito Cornelius: What do you mean, empty?

[Back to conversation between Zorg and Aknot]

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: Empty. The opposite of full. This case is supposed to be FULL! Anyone care to explain?

[Back to Leeloo, speaking in the Divine Language]

Father Vito Cornelius: The guardians... gave the stones.. to someone they could trust... who-who another route... she's supposed to contact this person... in a hotel... and she's looking for the address. Easy.

Leeloo: [points to the computer screen] Dot.

David: It's-it's planet Fhloston, in the Angel Constellation!

Father Vito Cornelius: [sighs in relief] We're saved.

[back to Zorg and Aknot]

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: I'm screwed!

Aknot: You asked for a case. We brought you a case.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: A CASE WITH FOUR STONES IN IT! NOT ONE OR TWO OR THREE, BUT FOUR! FOUR STONES! W-WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH AN EMPTY CASE?!

Priest Vito Cornelius: I don't know. And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell somebody like you.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: Why? What's wrong with me?

Priest Vito Cornelius: I try to serve life. But you only…seem to want to destroy it.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: Oh, Father, you're so wrong. Let me explain. [closes office door, places an empty glass on desk] Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Take this empty glass. Here it is, peaceful, serene and boring. But if it is [Pushes glass off table] destroyed… [robot cleaners move to clean broken glass] Look at all these little things. So busy now. Notice how each one is useful. What a lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and color. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people who'll be able to feed their children tonight so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny weeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain…of life. [Desk prepares a glass of water and a bowl of fruit] You see, Father, by creating a little destruction, I'm actually encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business. Cheers.

[He drinks the water with cherry, only to choke when the cherry sticks in his throat. Zorg frantically presses all the buttons on his desk in an attempt to get something to clear his throat]

Priest Vito Cornelius: Where's the robot to pat you in the back? Or the engineer? Or their children, maybe? [Desk brings out Zorg's pet Picasso; Zorg motions it to try and help him] There, you see how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes crashing down. All because of one…little…cherry. [slaps Zorg in the back, causing him to spit the cherry at Picasso]